This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 509: Feel honored, this was originally prepared for the Adjudicator.

Chapter 509: Chapter 509: Feel honored, this was originally prepared for the Adjudicator.

Ye Wei had synchronized the shocking situation discovered in Area X-13 to the official website, and he did not dare stay outside "Game" too long. After posting the message, he immediately put on his helmet and reentered the online realm.

Even though Area X-13 was not infected with the mucilage, staying offline in the wilderness for too long was extremely dangerous.

Moreover, there was a difference between allies and one’s own people. Only having interacted for a few short hours, he could not fully trust Yun Yi.

The slightly dim light re-entered his sight, and at that moment, Night Ten was leaning back in a folding chair, legs propped up on the table, pretending to nap.

Sitting across the table, Yun Yi was staring at him unblinkingly, her face filled with a perplexing expression.

Ten minutes ago, he had suddenly said, "I’m a bit tired, I’ll rest for a while," and then he nonchalantly found a chair and dozed off as if no one else was around.

What surprised Yun Yi was not his disregard for others but the fact that he could actually sleep in such an environment.

Although X-13 Area wasn’t eroded by mucilage, meaning there were no spore bodies active, in the room right next to them, there lay a rotting corpse.

And on that corpse, they had found a name tag belonging to Yi Hai...

There was no evidence to definitively prove the decaying individual was Yi Hai, but all signs pointed to something seriously wrong with the person lying in the hospital bed at the surface!

And it was a big problem!

Yun Yi took a deep breath. She felt her mind was a mess and needed to calmly think and organize the clues she had gathered.

At that moment, the young man sitting across from her suddenly shook his head and took his legs off the table.

"Are you awake?"

"Mm..."

Meeting Yun Yi’s curious gaze, Night Ten realized his behavior earlier must seem odd to any normal person. Embarrassed, he scratched his head and explained, "Side effect of the Awakening talent... Sorry about that."

"No worries, I’m a bit tired from the walk myself. Sitting down for a bit isn’t bad," Yun Yi casually replied, not dwelling further on the matter.

She wasn’t a biological expert and her understanding of "Awakening" wasn’t very specialized, especially considering that even genuine experts might know very little about this frontier field of pre-war research.

Nevertheless, spotting back at him, the young man seemed quite capable despite his unexpectedly fragile physique...

Unaware of what Yun Yi was thinking, Night Ten breathed a sigh of relief that she didn’t press further.

After all, according to the "Player’s Handbook," some things were really hard to explain.

He adjusted the weapons in his hands and looked around, changing the subject.

"Is it my imagination, or has the light in this room gotten dimmer?"

Yun Yi glanced around and responded.

"It’s been like this since a while ago... Probably because they switched to the backup power."

"I see, so does that mean Jiang Xuezhou and Wallace were successful?"

"Or it might be from the Manager’s Office," she said, casting her gaze towards the door leading to the living quarters. Pushing her glasses up, she continued, "Either way, we need to speed things up."

The sight of the gunfight scene she had just seen still bothered her. Just from looking at the dense bullet holes in the wall, it was hard not to worry about what they might encounter in the rooms beyond...

Just as she stood up from her chair, the alloy door behind them suddenly opened.

Night Ten almost reflexively raised his gun at the direction, barking,

"Who is it!"

"It’s me..."

A familiar voice came from behind the door. Jiang Xuezhou, holding her arm and leaning against the door frame, looked pale with blood seeping from what seemed like wounds inflicted by spore bodies.

"Jiang Xuezhou?" Night Ten, surprised, lowered his gun.

Staring at the rifle in his hands, Jiang Xuezhou appeared frightened but still looked at the two with concern as she limped into the room.

"Are you guys alright? I just passed by the archives room, and I saw many bullet holes on the wall."

"We’re fine, those bullet holes are quite old..." Yun Yi exclaimed in surprise, "Are you injured?"

Jiang Xuezhou nodded grimly.

"Um... we encountered a horde of bodies near the power room, and Wally died covering for me. Little Wang also broke, but fortunately, I managed to activate the fire suppression system at the last moment, injecting coolant into the reactor... The Lair is now frozen."

So that mechanical dog’s name was Little Wang...

It was the first time Night Ten heard her call that guy by his nickname.

For some reason, looking at that pale-faced, pitiful girl, he felt an indistinct sense of unease.

Wait!

Why would she be here?

Why would an Academy researcher be interested in the passengers of Pioneer? Shouldn’t she be rushing to the Manager’s Office right now?

This is too strange...

What’s even stranger is that Night Ten clearly remembered that every time she looked at him, it was with a look of disdain, distrust, and even hostility.

Why the sudden concern?

At that moment, Night Ten suddenly remembered Yi Hai lying in the next room’s archive and Yi Hai lying in the camp’s sickbed.

So that’s it...

Night Ten’s eyes flickered slightly.

He wasn’t clear how she managed it or what exactly she wanted, but of one thing he was certain: this person was up to no good!

Yi Hai’s death was likely related to her or an organization behind her.

Perception Attributes didn’t mean infallibility; even beasts like the Claws of Death could carefully hide their aura and murderous intent—trained humans naturally could too.

Let alone that an Awakener’s perceptual power wasn’t a secret in Wasteland...

Without revealing anything on his face, Night Ten looked at her with concern and said,

"You’ve been scratched by an Eater, and if the wound isn’t treated, it could get infected. Let me bandage it for you!"

If he caught this person, maybe he could get some information. If it turned out to be a misunderstanding, the worst he’d have to do was apologize.

It shouldn’t escalate into a diplomatic issue.

Thinking this, Night Ten took out a box of bandages and pretended to be obliging as he approached.

Jiang Xuezhou didn’t suspect him; instead, a hard-to-detect smug smile crossed her lips. Hesitatingly, she released her right hand that was covering her arm and said in a low, embarrassed tone,

"Thank you... Please do."

Seeing that "bashful" expression, Night Ten was even more certain of his suspicion—this person was definitely problematic!

How could the person who wanted to kill him show such an expression!

Though he didn’t like being rough with girls, it was all for the mission.

Mentally asking for forgiveness, Night Ten ripped open the bandage packaging and suddenly wrapped it around her.

"What are you doing?!"

Surprised by his sudden action, Jiang Xuezhou’s eyes widened as she panickedly tried to retreat.

However, Night Ten’s movements didn’t stop; he wrapped another round and then another directly.

The bandages made by the Alliance mixed with fibers of Devil Silk weren’t easy to break free from, and soon she was bound by several rounds.

Not just Jiang Xuezhou, Yun Yi who was nearby also widened her eyes in shock.

"Night Ten... what are you doing?"

"Step back!" he yelled out loudly.

"What do you mean..."

"This person is a fake!"

Yun Yi blinked in confusion momentarily befuddled, and then suddenly remembered the corpse she had seen before. In an instant, she connected the dots and glanced at the bound Jiang Xuezhou with surprise.

However, almost the moment her gaze met that face, it visibly contorted at an observable speed.

Following that, the pale color faded from her face, revealing a toned, wheat-colored complexion and scars beneath her neck.

"Damn...how boring."

With a rude spit, she suddenly burst upward, lifting her knee towards Night Ten’s groin.

Sensing the threat to his life, Night Ten jerked back violently, narrowly dodging the fatal blow, but the knee still struck his chest.

The immense force slammed into the ballistic panel on his chest, almost sucking the air out of his lungs and nearly making him retch.

Before he could steady himself, the woman had already shrugged off the bandages wrapped around her, followed by a swift twist, gathering all the strength from her ankle to her waist, and snapped a whip-like kick towards his neck.

The killing intent, no longer concealed, roared like a sideways cleaving axe, smashing towards him.

But this time—

Night Ten’s reaction was finally quicker.

Before her kick could launch, he instinctively anticipated her next move, snatching the rifle hung on his chest and fiercely smashed its butt out.

The rifle butt collided harshly with her calf.

The piercing pain made the woman’s eyebrows twitch momentarily.

However, her reaction was quick, swiftly pulling out the dagger strapped to her thigh and thrusting it towards Night Ten’s throat without a slight pause.

The gleaming blade flashed, and Night Ten felt all the hairs on his body stand on end, managing only to raise his LD-50 in time to block the incoming dagger.

The blade got stuck on the gun barrel, the steel casing blocking that glint of cold light!

Gazing at her face so close to his own, he could even feel her rhythmic breathing on his face.

But the deep-seated intent to kill and the chilling glow hanging inches before his nose, left him with no sense of allure.

Instead, it was chilling.

Yun Yi stood nearby, stunned as she watched the sudden violent exchange, feeling her limbs turn cold, utterly unsure how to assist.

This was probably the closest she had ever been to a battlefield...

"Oh, not bad."

The woman’s eyes narrowed into slits as she scrutinized Night Ten’s face for a moment, then suddenly laughed, "Your breathing is erratic, so nervous, you couldn’t possibly be a virgin, could you?"

Night Ten’s face stiffened as he cursed.

"Fuck off! None of your business!"

Licking her dry lips, the woman whistled at the increasingly disordered young man, speaking in a teasing tone.

"How about joining us? Big sister can help you grow."

Night Ten gave a cold laugh.

"Heh."

Like hell I’d trust you!

He’d bet that the moment he let go, that dagger would plunge right into his mouth.

With a faint pain in the tiger’s mouth of his hand, Night Ten gritted his teeth, the rifle in front of his chest swaying from side to side, feeling this person pressing him harder and harder.

Damn it.

He had wanted to capture one alive.

Who would have thought this person had such strong close-combat capabilities!

Both were dressed in light exoskeletons, putting aside the mechanical factors for now, her reflexes and muscle strength must be at least that of a Third-stage Awakener!

"Tsk, quite stubborn."

The woman clicked her tongue, squinting at him as she continued effortlessly.

"But then again... how did you figure out I was a fake?"

Night Ten adjusted his breathing, his thoughts flying in his mind, considering strategies while lowering his voice to speak.

"There are too many flaws... I started having suspicions when you stood at the door."

The woman laughed carefree.

"Is that so, really hard to do anything without complete memories, isn’t it?"

Night Ten gritted his teeth and said,

"Even with complete memories... you cannot become someone else."

"Oh?" the woman said nonchalantly, "Do you really think so?"

At that moment, a violent tremor suddenly came from above their heads.

Night Ten was slightly stunned, but a pleasant smile appeared on the woman’s face.

"It seems our plan is going smoothly. Did you hear that sound? That’s the sound of your airship crashing to the ground."

As she spoke, she retracted the smile on her face, her cold gaze like a snake spitting venom.

"Join us, this is your last chance."

Hearing that voice, Night Ten laughed fearlessly.

Just a bit higher attributes, and this mere elite monster thinks she can make me surrender.

Pah!

It’s just a life.

Even if I die, I’ll be a hero again in three days. You got the guts to come over the internet cable and chop me up?

"Dream on!"

Just as he was about to pull out the grenade and go all out with this person, the ceiling unexpectedly sprayed out white fog.

Drenched from the fog cascading from his head down his collar toward his spine, the searing pain made the woman cry out involuntarily, her facial expression instantly contorted in agony.

Dry ice?!

An indoor fire extinguisher filled with this stuff?!

Without a moment to wonder, Night Ten immediately seized the moment, dodging to the side before the fog reached him, and pulled out the pistol from his waist, aiming it at the woman rolling on the ground curled up from the freezing agent.

By the time he had evacuated, the ceiling was already spraying foam gel, gluing her curled up on the floor.

"Don’t move! Stay down there!" He shouted a warning while keeping his eyes fixed on her, backing away to maintain a safe distance.

If she dared to stand or break free from her restraints.

He would fire without hesitation.

"Are you okay?"

Yun Yi, panting heavily, ran back from the adjacent room. When the fight had just started, she had run to the archives room.

In her memory, there was a terminal there.

Thanks to the activation of the power room’s fire protection system, the entire refuge’s fire protection was put on standby.

She had managed to gain control of the fire protection system in the X-13 Area with little effort and switched the fire extinguishing system to manual operation.

The refuge’s fire system wasn’t just for fire fighting; it also served a "riot control" purpose. Depending on the level of emergency, it could spray water, dry ice, and a gel foam that could restrict people’s ability to move.

The stuff was better than rope; once glued, a person was like a mouse stuck on a glue board. With no leverage, no matter how strong, they couldn’t break free.

"I’m fine..." Shifting his gaze from the woman stuck to the floor by the foam gel, Night Ten looked at Yun Yi beside him and said breathlessly, "Thank you."

"No problem... If you hadn’t held her up, I wouldn’t have been able to control her so smoothly."

Yun Yi, flattered, coughed slightly.

Pushing up the glasses on the bridge of her nose, her eyes sharpened behind the frame as she continued to stare at the woman.

"I found it strange when I came down from the elevator just now. The access control system registered eight people... I thought it was the Academy’s mechanical dog getting recognized and going in, but it turned out we had a tail following us."

Lying on the ground in an extremely humiliating posture, the woman did not struggle but merely lifted her eyelids to coldly gaze at the two people in the room, remaining silent.

Yun Yi stared at her, frowning.

"Who are you, really?"

"Zhuang Lan," the woman sneered, her gaze shifting between Night Ten and Yun Yi, "What’s with all the nonsense? Just get on with it."

Yun Yi calmly looked at her and said,

"We won’t kill you, but you will be prosecuted for murder, and an endless term of imprisonment awaits you."

"Prosecution... huh."

The woman named Zhuang Lan scoffed, clearly unconcerned by the statement.

Yun Yi continued,

"I don’t understand, we have no grudges, why would you attack us?"

"No grudges..." Zhuang Lan coldly stared at her, "You dare to say such a thing."

That hate-filled gaze made Yun Yi unconsciously furrow her brow.

Just as she was about to continue questioning, Night Ten, who was watching Zhuang Lan, continued,

"You mentioned an airship... falling. What did you mean by that?"

"Exactly what it sounds like," Zhuang Lan’s tone carried a hint of mockery, "Haven’t you noticed yet? We’ve been watching you all along, ever since you attacked the Black Rock Mutant Tribe. When you camped, we ambushed right beside you. When you entered this refuge, Lord Gui Xu had me follow you in... At the same instance you entered, our forces had already commenced the attack. With that thing modified from an escort ship’s core, a single phase gun shot took care of it."

"Gui Xu?" Yun Yi and Night Ten looked puzzled, having never heard the term before.

Zhuang Lan wasn’t surprised at their reaction, her snake-like cold gaze licked across their faces.

"Heh... You’re the same as always, arrogant and ignorant. Pity those who trusted you, stepping onto the surface full of hope and zeal, only to find a crumbling world... Aren’t you curious where they ended up?"

"What are you talking about?" Yun Yi asked, puzzled.

However, Zhuang Lan did not answer her question, just scoffed,

"The Post-War Reconstruction Committee’s settlements span the entire planet, survivors helping each other to rebuild... We grew up listening to your broadcasts in our burrows, but after the doors opened, we realized every word you broadcasted was a lie."

"The Reconstruction Committee was gone over a hundred years ago, but no one ever told us! We fulfilled the vows made by our ancestors, searching every corner of the Wasteland. We did everything we could to aid our kin and shelter hungry refugees, yet their descendants either shut us out or remained indifferent to everything beyond their boundaries... some even shackled us, forcing us into slavery."

Night Ten couldn’t help but interject,

"That must be the Weilante People."

Including the Grand Canyon, it seemed like only the Degenerate Empire’s Army still practiced slavery; those big-nosed folks had spoiled the moral atmosphere of the entire Wasteland.

Though the corporate and Academy management models were more efficient, most survivor settlements and Looter dens preferred to copy the Army’s homework.

Yet the woman ignored Night Ten’s interjection, staring unmovingly at Yun Yi—the corporate officer.

"Those Wasteland Wanderers aren’t any better, just like jackals, submissive as dogs when hungry, greedy as rats when full, and the moment we show a hint of weakness, they bare their canine teeth without hesitation, preferring the company of Mutants... those simpletons are much more likable, heh."

"Look at the scar on my neck..."

Zhuang Lan moved her neck to reveal a centipede-like scar, her expression fierce as she stared at Yun Yi.

"Do you know how I got this? If that snot-bearded old man hadn’t fancied my looks, my head would probably have been chopped off with an axe and nailed to a post like my parents’."

"And where were you then? Did you sever ties with the past just by saying you were splitting up? It’s fortunate the Enlightenment Society found me. Too bad, my skills were inferior, I failed Lord Gui Xu who cultivated me, and got caught by you... or else I would’ve loved to capture you and torture you slowly. Maybe cut off your hands, and lock you up with the Mutants, how about that? Girl, what flavor do you want? Green or gray?"

Yun Yi stared at her, seemingly frightened by her venom, her face turning pale as she stepped back and stammered,

"Even if you tell me this... it’s useless... I, I’m not a person from the Reconstruction Committee, and... I... I..."

Night Ten placed a hand on her shoulder, steadying her nearly collapsing body, and patted her shoulder.

"Don’t listen to her nonsense."

Looking at the crazed and distorted expression on Zhuang Lan, Night Ten took a deep breath and said,

"Listen, I don’t know what you went through, but I don’t think that’s any reason for you to go mad here. If you think this world is terrible, then try to do something to make it better, or find a place to hide. But don’t lash out your hatred on people who have nothing to do with it. We won’t force you to stand with us, but at least don’t stand in our way. Right now, you’re no different from those you despise."

"Tsk tsk tsk, you’re a resident of the refuge, huh? I thought you might become one of us," Zhuang Lan looked at him and sneered mockingly, "Too bad, pretty boy... you might as well get buried here with those old stubborn folks."

"As for what you said about doing something for this world," she paused, with a creepy smile surfacing on her face, "rest assured... compared to you all who did nothing, we have already done a lot behind the scenes. You’ll find out soon enough."

Night Eleven just stared at her.

"Let’s just wait and see."

He trusted his companions.

How could they possibly lose to a bunch of rats scheming in the sewers?

It was just an airship.

Even if it really crashed, what of it?

That thing was never their real trump card...

...

At the same time, on the surface.

Gui Xu’s expression was slightly astonished, he stared motionlessly at Chu Guang, not understanding why this man appeared so calm.

Merely with a power hammer and a suit of power armor, how could he possibly withstand an iron airship crashing down from thousands of meters high!

The object falling from the clouds would squash him and the camp beneath his feet into a mush, just like a flyswatter.

However, when he turned his gaze toward the sky, the astonished expression seemed to freeze on his face.

He saw thousands of parachutes blooming in the air like stars, fluttering around. Simultaneously, the bottom of the airship expanded with huge airbags.

Together with the thrust provided by two rows of propellers, the giant iron object’s descent towards the ground visibly slowed down, gliding towards the open area next to the camp.

"What is... this thing?!" He was completely baffled, lying immobile on the hospital bed, his face full of disbelief.

"...When I found out that the anti-gravity device and the deflection shield only needed a hit from a phase gun to be neutralized, I couldn’t even sleep properly."

Chu Guang smiled faintly.

What he had ordered from the corporation was not just five base vehicles but a complete set of "buffer airbags" designed for the Iron Heart.

[...Even if hit by a phase gun and shot down, these could ensure the maximum safety of the crew and the integrity of the equipment, and it could serve as a fixed artillery position after being stranded.]

That was how he placed his order with Chang Ge Group.

Although Wu Mu initially thought he was joking, once the engineers gave it some thought, they realized it was feasible.

However, parachutes and airbags alone weren’t enough; according to calculations, they also needed to detonate the armored steel welded to the sides and front of the airship actively.

A hard landing would definitely damage the airship’s body, but as long as the core of the escort ship was intact, it didn’t matter.

These preparations had all been completed before the Iron Heart entered Oasis No. 2.

Seeing the astonished Gui Xu, Chu Guang continued succinctly.

"Feel honored, this was originally prepared for the Adjudicator."

Due to the sudden turn of events, the camp had already entered a state of combat, with forces from the Alliance, corporations, and the troops of Weilante people all assembled.

Of course, the main combat power was still with the Alliance.

Most of Assault Team No.26 had gone to the Industrial Building, while the majority of the Adjudicator’s marines were still on the airship.

Those Weilante people apparently had no idea they would face an attack from a starship-level phase gun. The Adjudicator was crashing towards the direction of the Black Rock Mutant Tribe.

Poor them, they would have a hard time.

Chu Guang tapped his helmet, trimmed a key segment of the recently collected recording, and sent it to the corporation as an ally; he also sent a copy to the representatives of the army and the corporation.

Watching the chaos outside, the man lying in the hospital bed feigned calmness and chuckled, his facial muscles contorting.

"Heh, trifling trickery."

Chu Guang ignored him, patted the bewildered Yi Chuan on the shoulder, and then strode out of the semi-collapsed barracks.

The storm was significantly affecting long-range communications, so that guy who claimed to be Gui Xu must not be too far from here.

If he still wasn’t planning on escaping,

then might as well stay here.

The Adjudicator was the first to crash into the ground, picking up dust and debris that surged into the sky for hundreds of meters, the thunderous roar reached everyone’s feet.

At the same time, the armed forces of the Enlightenment Society ambushed nearby and launched an attack.

Hundreds of troops split into dozens of teams and almost simultaneously poured light and heavy weaponry into the camp, plunging the camp’s defenders into a bitter struggle.

"Have these guys gone mad?!"

Staring with widened eyes at the flashing gunfire outside the camp, Wu Changnian’s face was one of disbelief, which soon turned into fury.

Although the intelligence was gathered in haste, he had learned from Chu Guang about the Enlightenment Society and their unspoken conspiracy.

These people had murdered their staff and even masqueraded as him, deceiving those who had come from far away for the rescue.

These people even audaciously planned to replace their identities and return home under their guise...

"This is a provocation to the Board of Directors and to all the residents of Ideal City! These... despicable attackers, I don’t care who they are, they must pay a price!"

So it’s called the Enlightenment Society?

This was the first time he had heard this name, and the first time he felt such uncontrollable anger.

But it didn’t matter anymore.

These sewer rats didn’t deserve a formal declaration of war; they should receive the same treatment as Looter and Mutants!

He swore that once he returned, he would immediately submit a motion to the Board, blacklisting this evil and foolish organization!

All Survivor Settlements that had close economic ties with the company, merchants active in the Wasteland, and clients would receive notifications about the bounty on the Enlightenment Society.

Once those people were identified, their doom was sealed!

He swore he would make them live in the shadows for the rest of their lives.

"Minister, it’s too dangerous here, please follow us to take cover for a moment!"

A few soldiers from the assault team ducked through the gunfire, grabbed Wu Changnian, and quickly took him to a safe place from his conspicuous position.

Almost immediately after they left, the spot where he had been standing was struck by a rocket launcher, sending flames into the sky.

Looking at where he had been standing, Wu Changnian turned pale, a rush of fear passing through him, knowing he would have been gone had he been slower.

Not daring to pause, he immediately followed closely beside the soldiers of the assault team and obediently complied with these professionals’ arrangements to take shelter.

Thankfully, Alliance soldiers had built many unintelligibly purposed barracks in the camp.

He had previously wondered what those things were for, but now they had proved their use.

A few soldiers from the assault team pulled Wu Changnian behind a barrack, set up a mobile shelter, and then constructed a simple hideout with the help of obstacles.

On the other side, the research ship of the B-level researcher intended to withdraw, but it hadn’t gone far from the ground before it was stranded and crashed back down.

Captain Adria watched in astonishment at the upheaval outside, and after hearing his subordinate’s report, his expression turned from fear to anger.

"These damn bastards!"

McCullen spoke stiffly.

"What the hell happened?"

"We got played by an organization called the Enlightenment Society."

"The Enlightenment Society?" McCullen was stunned, "What the hell is that?"

"Who knows," Adria cursed, shouting at his officers, "Damn it, prepare for battle! Let those things see our might—"

His words hadn’t even finished.

A trembling sound of the earth came from the direction where Iron Heart had fallen.

Everyone looked in that direction, astonished, witnessing a scene they would never forget in their lives.

Only to see beasts donned in heavy armor, their claws measuring half a meter long, approaching with heavy strides and stirring up clouds of dust.

They resembled walking tanks.

Their powerful feet ignored the rugged terrain.

"Damn, what is that..." Adria murmured in disbelief and astonishment.

He had just arrived here.

He had never heard before that the Alliance had an army riding on Claws of Death into battle?!

McCullen’s gaze was fixed intently in that direction.

Only to see a man in azure power armor, standing before the vast troop. The man reached out his hand to pat the neck of a Claw of Death rushing towards him, then swung himself onto its back.

The Claw of Death let out an excited howl, kicking up clouds of dust with its feet.

Not looking at the Claw of Death, McCullen’s eyes remained locked on the man, or more specifically, the warhammer in his hand.

This scene was all too familiar...

He would probably never forget it in his lifetime.

"It’s already over."

Adria, who was preparing to deploy his troops, turned towards McCullen, who had suddenly spoken, and raised his eyebrows with interest.

"Those attackers’ equipment does not seem easy to handle."

McCullen smirked.

"Even if you give each of them a Gauss rifle, amateurs are still amateurs."

While they were talking,

soldiers from the Enlightenment Society had already reached the edge of the camp and launched the second stage of their assault.

In fact, they weren’t as incapable as McCullen joked; most of them were well-trained and physically fit.

Most of them wore exoskeletons, and their equipment was top-notch.

However—

McCullen had guessed one thing correctly.

It was their first time engaging in a large-scale battle involving thousands of people... This was entirely different from squad-level skirmishes.

When they saw that horde of monsters surging towards them like a tide, their brains instinctively froze for a moment, and a hint of uncontrollable fear crept across their faces.

Claws of Death...

One of the most troublesome Variants in the Wasteland!

And now there were so many!

Moreover, the riders on the backs of the Claws of Death, along with those pairs of eyes yearning for battle, intensified the deep-seated panic in many soldiers.

They weren’t facing mere secluded warriors or feeble survivor militiamen.

They were facing an Army seasoned in battlefields!

It came from a hellish landscape of mountains of corpses and seas of bones!

The boiling killing intent made it hard to meet their eyes.

Aside from those remotely controlled clone soldiers, almost every living person standing before it unconsciously moved their feet backward.

Watching the group that had rushed to the edge of the camp yet hesitated to advance, Chu Guang raised the warhammer in his hand expressionlessly and then swung it fiercely forward.

"Crush them!"

Roars and bellowing echoed across the entire battlefield, sweeping like a tidal wave over the Enlightenment Society soldiers who had believed they had the upper hand just a second before.

Simultaneously, the thundering sound of guns and cannons, louder than the roar of thunder, erupted.

"Kill!!!"